Nezu.

The server is a little surprised when he sees the tiny figure’s hand in the corner of his eye, causing him to lean forward on the counter to inspect the smallest of customers he’s ever seen. “Oh! I’m sorry sir, just give me-” He grabs his left wrist and pulls, detaching the whole arm at the shoulder, then grips his humerus. “One second.”

Somehow he is capable of controlling this now double length arm and pops his head off to hold it much closer to the petite animal. “There we go, what can I get for you sir?”

oh, that’s interesting.

the principal’s brain immediately went to what type of quirk this was as the server removed his limb, it didn’t fit as an emitter, && transformation didn’t seem to fit it either, this had to be  a heteromorphic type quirk, better known as a mutant type.

Conflict comes with good references though! Is the sidekick of the #1 hero in Greece! Was supposed to be him, but he fed-exed Conflict. Obviously, Conflict can’t teach humans, humans can’t understand him, but can be hall monitor! After all, would be kind of an international incident for such a hero to be sent home! 

But on the matter of the metal circles and paper rectangles, Conflict has many of those already! Is mascot of heroes in Greece. Is good! Pantheon is good hero! Has Conflict as sidekick! Is why Conflict is strong! 

Conflict would prefer to let poros live at the school instead of getting the metal circles! Poros are very snuggly after all! and friendly! And are good at keeping the danger away!

nezu would stay silent for a moment, thinking, a fuzzy paw rubbing his chin as he thought.

live in the school . . ? well . . theres no harm in that, but if conflict ever changed their mind, he would start paying them instead right away. seemed like some of the students && teachers from what he noticed enjoyed the company from poros, they helped keep stress levels low (  somewhat like a cat is what nezu noticed  ) . .

“I can grow extra appendages, actually. My stem cells can differentiate and divide quickly– once again, it’s just very painful, and, when the limit is up, I…uh….shed said appendages. It’s not fun.” He’s careful about his quirk, and tests what he can– but he’s learned not to push it.

“I’m working on trying to learn to copy parts of quirks, but it’s easier said than done.”

parts of quirks ? opening his eyes, he’d smile. he could imagine it’s quite the challenge, but he already knows that this student can surely accomplish doing just that, even if it may be difficult or take quite a bit to master.

Next?

Hiroki is working his job at the cafe, just finished taking a rather unagreeable Karen's order before noticing a gap in the line. He doesn't notice the small creature waiting far below his eye level and calls over.

"I can help whoever is next here."

of course nezu wasn’t too surprised that he wasn’t seen, he was small (  2'9½  ), he knew that very well, didn’t help that the server was well . . much taller than him. It didn’t necessarily bother him, only when && if he was cut in front of or ignored purposely, didn’t help that he was an animal . . not that it would be recognizable, if anything it could be assumed he had a heteromorphic-type or mutant quirk.

If there was one thing all good heroes had in common, it was the ability and frequent occurrence to overwork themselves to the point of harmful exhaustion. As people who worked for the betterment of their people – and sometimes, even the world – it was easier to find work to do, work on it and feel like something was done than it was to sleep and hope for the best.

All Might was, easily, the poster child for this sort of harmful mentality.

Which is why he never questioned the scene when he walked in.

A sympathetic smile pulled at the thin man’s lips as he walked over to the desk and attempted to straighten up. Take the cold tea and dump it out, pick up the pen, do a little house cleaning – things to ensure that when Nezu woke, he’d have less to worry about.

Ugh. The papers. Dare he touch what he’d been cursed with tardiness over?

A quick glance told him the papers were done (of course they were) and he stood a moment longer, contemplating delivering them for his employer.

The little guy worked so hard just to keep this place running…

the principal made little to no movement as he slept, the only movement coming from him would be each breath he took in as well as let out. Though with certain noises or when something was just a little too loud, those small ears of his would twitch at the noise.

when toshi brought himself close to look over the papers, contemplating, thinking, nezu would shift ever so slightly, arms shifting to cross themselves before he finally buried his head in his arms to sleep more comfortably . . other than that, there wasn’t much else nezu seemed to do. 

Is Conflict! Is pro hero poro! Is foreigner technically, was supposed to be exchange teacher. But cannot teach, is poro! So is now hall monitor. Is good at being a hall monitor! Is good hero. Is good at victim care and disaster site investigation! Very good hero! Has helmet and cape! Is good. 

And best of all, he doesn’t need a salary! Hopefully Nezu approves of his job.

of course before nezu could hire && approve of the poro’s job, he had to look over the small creature’s work && papers. Just how well of a job they can do incase of an emergency && such, anything can happen, even if the job was something like a hall monitor.

nezu was pleased with that he had read though, victim care && disaster site investigation were good things to have. Though at the mention of not needing a salary, a brow was raised && nezu would question the poro, ❝ no pay ? ❞

it was quite comfortable in all honesty, bundled up && perched within eraserhead’s scarf despite the material it was made out of (  steel wire alloy woven with carbon nanofibers  ) along with the sound of steady breathing, it was comforting really.  he’d mentally note the smell as well, tea was it ? (  one of the principal’s favorite smells  ) &&  . . cats ? with a bit of cat hair . . or was it his own ? he wasn’t entirely sure.

at the change of the other’s breath, signaling he had woken up, nezu would slowly open his eyes, head only peeking out from the scarf. no, he wasn’t sleeping, merely resting his eyes. just relaxing.

❛ ―don’t you have things to do ? ❜

the principal would hum a bit as he thought, a small smile already on his fuzzy face . .

It took the boy a long while to register what the other was saying; especially considering he was in the middle of his mutters. Eventually, the words smacked into his brain and he slapped a hand over his mouth, cheeks and ears turning an impressive shade of red. “S-Sorry, I was rambling, wasn’t I…?”

A audible gulp of air, swallowing and making sure he wouldn’t develop into another muttering spree before opening his mouth, more mumbles than anything now. “….I’m sorry to ask, Principal, b-but….do you think you c-could, um..” It took a minute, hand digging inside his yellow backpack. “I-I don’t know where All Might l-lives, I mean, y-you might, but do you think you could pass these to him? H-He…mentioned that these types of tea was his favourite, it might make him feel better! O-Oh, and I’ll keep training until he feels better, and to look after himself, and-” He clamped his mouth shut again.

“Could….you let me know when he’s back?”

a small laugh would come from the principal at izuku’s embarrassment, && the small smile would remain on his white furred face as he listened to the student’s request, even as he began rambling just a little until he hushed himself && jumped straight to the point.

God, sometimes it was hard not to think he was talking to a stuffed animal. The man(?) was an adorable little…mystery mammal and Monoma wanted to shower him in hugs and little ferret toys.

But he shall not. That would be weird.

“That’s…that’s where things do get a little dicey.” He scratches his cheek sheepishly. “I’d only copy it if I had no other options– transformations can be painful and unwieldy. I’d rather just stick to whatever I have on hand.”

the principal would nod as he listened to monoma speak.

logically speaking, it made sense that it was painful && unwieldily to use heteromorphic-type quirk as it would be physically altering his body && changing it, making it painful as his body wasn’t made to change so quickly as such. the student’s body wasn’t made for that- a human body isn’t made do physically change instantly. that && during a fight with a villain, it could have drawbacks, changing during a villain fight could leave him temporarily vulnerable since he’d be in pain as he transformed, && he could assume, transformed back.

beady eyes would close, a paw at his chin as nodded at his thoughts for a few seconds before he spoke again.

❝ it makes sense, due your quirk being an emitter. && heteromorphic-type quirks are always on, passively active, they usually have something physical that your body likely doesn’t have, meaning you’d have to make it. along with that it would appear you && your quirk can only use quirks that involve limbs you already have && the kind you’d have to manually turn on . . it’s one of those things you can do, but probably . . hmm no . . shouldn’t do perhaps ? ❞

               ‘ you’re entrusting your kids to me? wow i’m so honored. ’ he’ll treasure them. they’ll sit on his desk. 

“ the bees that brought you babies ! hawks said there are bees somewhere ! ”

               ‘ you’re a marsupial, right? your baby pouch. ’

where are the bees ??